Ew. I’m writing this review just because I avoid writing reviews about the books that I hate but you gotta do it sometimes, you know…
Don’t touch this one, don’t look at it, don’t smell the pages, don’t even consider it. That’s how weird it is. And gross.
I know I ask this a lot but WHAT WAS WRONG WITH IAIN BANKS??
I just finished it cause I was bored and actually I was going through a time when I actually gave second chances and thought I could find the beauty in it. I didn’t. Thank God it was pretty short cause otherwise I would’ve abandoned it.
If you don’t have the stomach for animal torture and heavy stuff like murdering children, then you really shouldn’t read it (pretty much you shouldn’t read it if you’re a normal person I guess). It was difficult to read and I’ve read some weird creepy things but this is just disgusting. 16 year old murderer going through a phase and if by going through a phase means you murder your relatives, no thanks.
I don’t think I have to mention that I don’t recommend it to anyone. EVER. EVER EVER. EVER EVER EVER.
This wasn’t my first encounter with David Levithan, but by far this one is the most unfortunate one. I’m talking about Every You, Every Me.
I’ve had a few thoughts of rating it 3/5 but I just couldn’t. There was too much teenage angst squeezed in it and it’s too morbid for my taste.
The plot itself wasn’t the most horrible ever or stuff like that but David kinda killed it with too many
striked-through words and ugly photographs. I love photography and one of the reasons why I chose this book is because I knew it has photography in it. Man but the photos…
UGLIEST PHOTOS IN THE WORLD. I have no idea who took those photos but it should be illegal for that person to hold any device that has a camera.
It kinda felt like he was just exercising writing and he was getting photos to write stuff inspired by them and then…oh well…let’s print a book.
The main character is the most depressive person ever and he makes you cut your wrists. But still, the plot wasn’t very bad, otherwise I wouldn’t have thought of giving it a rating of 3 at one point.
Before starting a book of course I check out the ratings and I skim through the reviews and I’ve seen many of them that said this book is creepy and disturbing and any synonym you can think of.
Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived In The Castle isn’t any of those. Don’t expect to be freaked out or something like that. You’ll just see a girl that lives with her sister and disabled uncle because the rest of the family died poisoned.
All the action revolves around this girl and her every day life. All of them are isolated in their big mansion and their society hates them and make fun of them, you probably get the idea.
There’s only one thing happening that “stands out” but it isn’t significant. It just takes place and then it fades away.
I wished they had supernatural powers or something like that.